#fob fanfics

[patrickstumpsbaldspot]

currently thinking about the dance dance mv x I’m not okay mv crossover au. who would ask who to the dance?

[bardoftheshire]

omg i actually love your work, could you make a patrick x fem! reader with the one bed trope? like maybe the bus broke down during a tour and the other guys got rooms before they did, and there’s only one room left, with only one bed. doesn’t have to be anything suggestive, i just love seeing a flustered patrick 🤭🤭🤭

OMG!! One bed tropes are my absolute favourite!! There'll be a BUNCH of fluffy stuff and flustered Patrick, just like you asked. Thank you so much for this ask!

Just One Bed?

Patrick Stump x Gn! Reader

Summary; It was halfway through the tour, and halfway to the next city, but just to everyone's luck, the bus had some unfortunate issues. Needing everyone out of the bus to be fixed, you found the cheapest motel, and just to yours and Patrick's luck, you two had to share a room, and a bed.

Notes; I love pre-hiatus Patrick so much you have no idea, so let's just say around Infinity? Anyway, it's currently December as I'm starting this so it's been put off for a while😭

Warnings; Just foul language.

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Everyone was sitting on the small tour bus couch, or a pulled up dining chair, with a game of Monopoly set up on the small "dinner" table you had in there.

"You owe me 100! You landed on my property, Patrick!" Pete bickered.

"No I don't! It's only set at 50, look at the card, dude!"

You sipped on your soda as you watched the two fight. You'd assume that they'd be more mature, but honestly, Monopoly tended to bring out the absolute worst in everyone. Your family was another good example of this.

"Patrick, just give Pete the 100 so we can get going with the game." Joe groans.

"That's not fair though! It's 50 and I know it's 50, he's just laundering money! I'm not giving him a fucking 100!" Patrick exclaims, making it sound like Pete was commiting actual crimes in the game.

Well.. he was, to be fair.

"Pete, you're getting 50 less, just take the 50 or you're not getting anything, we need to continue the game." You sigh.

"You're only saying that because Patrick's your favourite.." Pete pouts.

You shoot a glare at him and continue sipping your soda.

Patrick picks a 50 out of his stack and hands it to Pete. Pete takes it and puts it into his very messy and unorganised stack of the fake paper bills.

"Finally.. It's your turn now, Joe." You sigh.

These past 30 minutes into the game have been nothing but unhappy groans and sighs. Didn't help everyone was tired, but Pete suggested some "bonding time", that didn't seem to be going too well so far.

Joe picks up the set of dice and throws it onto the board. Only for them to be completely knocked off the table along with other pieces on the board. A large bump going along with it.

"Dammit! We can't do shit!" Joe curses.

A hiss and sputter come from the left side of the bus, making your face scrunch up in confusion.

"What the hell was that? Do you guys hear that?" You ask as you look around at the scattered pieces and spilt can of soda on the floor. That's gonna be annoying to clean with a paper towel.

"Guess that means we can sleep, goodnight." Andy says, throwing his fake paper bills carelessly on the table and walking off.

You sigh and get up from your seat, going up to ask the drivers what had happened, only to find them outside.

"Uh, hey, do you guys know what happened?" You ask.

"Well, we hit a pothole on the way and it ended up popping our front left tire, and it's pretty bad. I don't know how long it's going to take for us to get this fixed." The driver explains.

"Will we still be able to sleep here?"

"Probably not. Everyone will probably have to end up getting a place to stay for the night. We'll be lucky if we're even able to get back on the road on time tomorrow morning."

You nod and go back into the bus, poking your head in to see Pete and Patrick arguing about something.

"Hey, guys. So, the bus's tire popped so we kinda have to find somewhere to stay." You explain.

"What? Can't we just stay in here?" Joe asks.

You pull your lips into a thin line and shake your head, earning a groan from him.

"I talked to Rickey and he said we'll have to get rooms. I didn't argue with him, he's the one driving. If I had a choice to stay here, I would."

You sit back down in your seat and sigh. You were already so tired, and to hear that you would have to wait even longer to sleep frustrated you. You already knew you were going to be grumpy tomorrow morning.

"I don't think anyone has any connections to anyone here, huh?" Joe asks.

Everyone looks at each other, shaking their heads with a sigh.

"So we're gonna have to find a motel or something? Where even is the nearest one?" You look around.

Patrick pulls out his computer and looks for a while, eventually turning it around and showing everyone else the screen.

"I don't know, guys. The nearest one is kinda far away, like, I'm talking 100 some miles far." He explains

"How would we even get there? I think right now the bus will only get us so far, and we obviously can't walk.."

"You guys know taxis exist, right? Just call one over here, y'know." Pete shrugs.

"Wow, Pete. That's actually the smartest thing you've said all day, good job." Joe snickers.

Pete kicks him from under the table, earning a hiss and glare from Joe.

You felt bad that no one ever took Pete seriously sometimes, but with some of the shit that he's pulled over the period of time you've known them, it was for a decent reason.

"I'll call one now. Y/n, do you think you can go get Andy?" Patrick asks, dialing a number into his phone.

You walk into the sleeping quarters and go to Andy's bunk, pulling open the curtain to wake him up.

"Dude.. I'm trying to sleep." Andy groans, covering his face with his arm.

"We have to leave. The bus broke down and needs to be taken to a shop or something, so we have to find a place to stay. Patrick's calling to see if he can get a cab to come out here right now." You explain before going back into the living area, leaving Andy to be.

"..yes, yeah, it's just on the left shoulder of the road. Alright, thank you." Patrick says, before hanging up his phone.

"I take it you guys got a cab?"

"Yup. Joe found a motel close by, too. The cab should be here in about 20 minutes." Patrick says, turning his attention towards you.

You hum and go back into the sleeping quarters, packing a small tote bag with "pajamas" (which in reality was just an old pair of sweatpants from high school and a T-shirt from when the band was just starting out.) and an outfit for tomorrow.

The boys did the same, all but Pete's put in a similar manner. Joe picked his clothes and folded them, Patrick and Andy did the same.

"Hey, can I put my clothes in your bag? I don't wanna carry them," Pete asks with a yawn.

You look at him and roll your eyes with a sigh, "Sure. Toss it in there," You say, pushing the bag closer to him with your foot.

"Awesome! You're the man, Y/n," Pete exclaims.

You liked his enthusiasm, though with your state of tiredness you frankly found it a bit irritating.

You bounced your leg up and down impatiently and yawned. You were really tired. The one night that Pete decided to "make" everyone stay up later to bond, is the one night where you have to stay up even later just to wait for a cab to come out to seemingly the middle of nowhere.

The 20 minutes you waited soon felt like hours, each second feeling more like a minute.

Once the cab finally arrived, all of you tiredly grabbed your bags and exited the bus. Putting your bags into the trunk before cramming into the backseat of the car with Andy sitting in the front.

"Where to?" The cab driver asked, turning to Andy.

"The nearest motel if you can."

The driver nodded and began onto the road.

Pete grumbled and complained the whole time about not being able to get the front. And while you would typically get annoyed at this, you totally got where he was coming from. Four adults crammed into the backseat of a small car wasn't something that would typically be comfortable.

Halfway through the ride you felt yourself nodding off, and after trying your best to keep your eyes open, you finally gave in, leaning onto the shoulder of the person on your left.

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"...Y/n, wake up. Hey,"

You were awoken by your shoulder being gently shaken and a voice.

Your eyes flutter open and you yawn looking up to see Patrick with a sleepy look on his face.

"We're at the motel. We gotta get out so the cab driver can go, you can sleep when you get your room, okay? I'll help you with your stuff." He says, helping you out.

"No, I'm.. I should be fine," you say, stopping halfway to yawn.

Once you come out of your sleepy state, you get your wallet out of your back pocket and grab a 20 dollar bill, handing it to the cab driver as an apology for not only the long drive, but also staying extra because of you.

You quietly walk with Patrick to the check in office, your feet dragging along.

You put an arm over your face and squint, the fluorescent lights that laminated the room hurt your eyes and you were able to hear the buzzing of it. It smelt of cheap car air fresheners, on top of something else you couldn't quite place your finger on that those air fresheners were failing to cover.

Patrick cleared his throat, trying to get the attention of the person behind the counter.

"Yes?" The clerk says, looking up from his magazine.

"Um, can we just get two single bed rooms for one night?" Patrick asks awkwardly.

The clerk rolls his eyes and gets up, looking at the keys for the rooms.

"There's only one single bed room left,"

Your eyes widen and you look at Patrick, then back at the man.

"Are you sure there aren't any available rooms left? Not even one?" You ask.

"What do you think. They're all booked, okay? Do you want the room or not?" The man said, an annoyed, tired expression on his face.

"Yeah, we'll take it." Patrick abruptly says.

"Patrick–"

"Here's the key. Room 014. Enjoy your stay, the bed is real firm," The man says, handing Patrick the motel keys. "Check out time tomorrow is 12:10pm or earlier,"

"Okay, have a great night." Patrick bids the man a goodnight and walks out with you.

The two of you walk up the room and open it. It smelt of musk and had cobwebs in the corner of the room, indicating it hasn't been occupied or cleaned in a while.

You and Patrick place your bags on the floor. "I'm, uh.. I'm going to go and change in the bathroom, okay? Let me know when you're finished,"

You turn to him, "Alright. I shouldn't take too long. Thank you, Pat," You reply.

That nickname started about a month into the first tour you went along with the band. Apparently according to Joe, he never let anyone call him that. But with you, it was an entirely different story. He could never help but blush when you called him that, because it was only you that did. That he allowed you to.

He nods and looks away to try and hide the ferocious blush that was startinv to go up to his ears and goes through his bag to find his pajamas. Which, just like you, was just a random shirt and pajama pants. Batman pajama pants.

You smile at the choice of his and do the same and change into your own pajamas, but as you do so halfway, you notice that a plastic bag was in your bag.

Pete left his stuff.

You sigh and finish getting ready and take the bag out before knocking on the restroom door.

"Hey, Patrick. I'm finished so you can come out if you are, too. Pete left his bag in mine so I'm gonna go take it to him,"

Patrick opens the door, his hair messy presumably from changing into a new shirt.

"You know which room they're in?" Patrick asks.

"Nope, I'll just knock on every door until I find him," You joke.

"I don't think that's a very good idea, Y/n," Patrick responded seriously.

"I was just joking. I'll text Andy since he's most likely to respond. He was in the check-in room with Joe and Pete so he should know,"

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You walk over to the room Pete and Joe were staying in, seems like Andy and me and Patrick were the ones that got stuck with the single bed rooms. Andy on the other hand was luckier.

You knocked on the door, the plastic bag in your hand crinkling, waiting for the door to open.

"Y/n! You're a life saver, I thought I was going to have to sleep in my jeans," Pete exclaimed.

You look at him, your brows furrowed and a slight smirk on your face, "Haven't you done that before, though? I mean, I could list a bunch of weird crazy shit you've done more than once,"

Pete rolls his eyes and takes the bag from your hands, "Have fun sleeping with Patrick, he snores!" he says, sticking out his tounge before shutting the door.

You stood there flustered. How the hell did he know?

You flinch at the noise and huff, turning around and walking back to the room you and Patrick would be staying in.

'Shit, the key,' You think to yourself as I feel my pockets and noticed the key was no longer with me. 'I hope I didn't drop it.'

You knock on the door and wait, hoping that Patrick wasn't asleep yet. A more neatly, put together Patrick opens the door and lets you in after realizing it was you.

"I think I forgot the key in here," You laugh as you look on both nightstands, then the desk, and finally the restroom, you were unable to find it.

"God I'm too tired for this right now.." You groan.

'I'll find it later in the morning.'

"It's 3:22 am, I'm pretty sure that's normal," Patrick laughs before laying a pillow down the middle of the small bed and getting under the covers.

You turned off the lights and got under the covers which were unfortunately itchy and left you a little cold, though struggling to not fall off due to the lack of open space. You would just have to deal with it unfortunately.

But you couldn't.

You closed your eyes over and over again trying to make yourself fall asleep. You turned and tossed, you counted sheep, listened to the sound of your breathing and heartbeat for about 10 minutes already, now you've been staring at the ceiling as if that would help.

"Patrick, are you awake?" You asked looking to the right of you to see him doing the same as you.

"Yeah. Can't sleep for some reason," Patrick sighs and turns to his side facing you.

"I don't have any space, I think I'm going to fall off," You giggle.

Patrick hesitates for a second before saying, "I can take the pillow off from the middle,"

You think about it for a second but before you could even think rationally and just deal with it, you automatically blurt out, "That'd be awesome."

Once he removes the pillow and tosses it on the floor, you scoot in a little closer, now facing him.

You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and you were suddenly no longer as cold as before.

"Alright, um, goodnight Pat. See you in the morning," You clear your throat and turn back around.

"Goodnight, Y/n."

You still couldn't sleep. You stared at the red glow coming off of the alarm clock and watched the minutes passing by.

3:57 am.

You couldn't take it. You were so tired yet you found trouble sleeping.

"Y/n, you okay?"

You turn around once more, just as you'd been doing multiple times. "Yeah, still can't sleep is all,"

For the second time you turn towards him.

"What's on your mind?"

You thought you had no clue what was on your mind. But as soon as he asked that question you knew why.

You were sleeping in the same bed as Patrick. The same Patrick you'd had this "little" crush on since 2002. 5 years.

"Just.. stuff I guess." You said, voice slightly above a whisper.

Now that you knew exactly why you couldn't sleep, everything about him started to flood your mind and senses. The way he smelt of the remanants of a cheap cologne, the way his breath tickled your nose, the way his eyes looked in the moonlight that ever so slightly lit up the room, the way you could hear his heartbeat, the same bpm as most of the band's songs.

"Want to talk about it?"

You shook your head and thanked him for the offer, "what's on yours?"

Patrick was glad that the room was near completely dark, as once again his face began to flush, though his heartbeat quickened.

"Uh- I don't know. Nothing really," He lied.

A long, awkward silence occurred as the both of you looked into each other's eyes, averting them at times.

You hesitated for a long while, "Can I just like, I dunno, get a little closer to you or something," Now this one was more bold. "Maybe hold me?"

You immediately flushed and so had Patrick. The heat could be counted as a high fever if you were to check it.

Patrick scooted closer you you and brought you closer to his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

You closed your eyes and let out a breath of relief, one that you didn't know you were even holding.

"Thanks, Pat." You smile.

"No problem, N/n, goodnight." He responds with a yawn.

You felt a sudden calm and began to drift off to sleep. To be met with dreams and a sudden dread that you'll soon wake up.

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You wake with a sudden pounding on the door, still being trapped in Patrick's embrace.

"Y/n! Patrick! Wake up before I open the goddamn door!"

You tried to pull out and pry Patrick's arms around you, but he could sleep through a nuclear war unfortunately.

You hear the jingling of the lock and Pete barges in along with the rest of the boys.

"Oh, dude no way! You guys actually went for it!" Pete exclaims, pointing a finger at you and Patrick.

"This isn't what it looks like, Pete," You groan, still attempting to pry yourself out. "Someone wake him up please,"

All three of them snicker.

Pete walks over and puts his finger in his mouth and sticking it in Patrick's ear, giving him a wet willy.

Patrick flinches and lets you go, slapping away Pete's hand, "Dude! What the hell!"

You quickly get up and get out of the bed, standing at the end of it awkwardly as Joe and Andy gave you a knowing look.

"Um, I'm just gonna go- change. In the bathroom." You clear your throat and grab your tote, speedwalking to the door and shutting it.

You quickly get ready and we're able to hear bickering from the other side of the door. You sigh before opening the door, only to be met with Pete running towards you and placing his hands on your shoulder, shaking them.

"Did you guys do it?"

You squinched up your face and pushed him away from you, "What? No, dude. I slept in the same bed as him, but not with him, are you gross??"

"You know me, but I think Andy might secretly be worse," Pete says, whispering the last part.

You were grouchy and tired. It was 8am and you had only gotten four hours of sleep at the most, compared to the 7 or 8 you guys usually get.

"Out, now." You said, pointing to Pete, Andy, and Joe.

"Oh, so Patrick gets to stay but we don't? Favouritism!" Joe says before leaving the room.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and exhale.

Patrick was awkwardly standing at the end of the bed, his glasses and hat still not on. You softly smile and grab them from his side of the nightstand and hand them to him.

"Thanks," He smiles as he gingerly takes them from your hands.

"No problem. You should really go and get ready, though."

Patrick does the same as you had before and takes his clothes to the bathroom to change. You clean up the very little mess that the both of you had left as he did so. Making the bed, tossing the plastic disposable cups that had been used for water, etc.

You didn't even bother to shower, not with how late all of you were already.

"Hey, so uh.. last night," You turn around and see Patrick fixing his cap.

"Oh.. I didn't make you like.. uncomfortable or anything right?" You say anxiously.

"No! No, not at all just- I dunno-" Patrick looks down at his feet and shrugs.

"Come on! Dudes, we gotta go, the bus has been here for like, 20 minutes already and we've been waiting on you two!" A voice met with some loud knocking interrupts the conversation.

You sigh and get your bag. You then realized that you still didn't have the key to the room.

"Hey, Patrick? Do you have the key?"

He shakes his head.

"Fuck.."

"Open the damn door or I will! We gotta go!" Joe shouts.

'Oh, they have it..'

You swing open the door, "Give the goddamn key back, Joe," You demand.

Joe mutters something and hands you the key.

"Found it.."

Patrick laughs and exits out the door and you follow, taking the key and locking it before leaving.

All five of you check out and go onto the bus, Rickey clearly annoyed that everyone was late.

"It was their fault." Joe says, pointing to you and Patrick as he enters the bus.

"Oh shut it Joe. Sorry, Rickey. Had some trouble waking up." You apologise.

"Yeah right!" Pete shouts.

You roll your eyes and enter the bus, going to the small couch and placing your bag onto the floor carelessly.

You were exhausted. If everyone was lucky they'd get to the venue early enough to practice a little bit before soundcheck.

Patrick sits next to you, discarding his bag the same as you had just done before.

"God, I'm so tired.." He yawns.

"Take a nap then, Pat."

He puts an arm on the back of the couch and closes his eyes as he puts his cap over them.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yeah?" You look at him, his eyes droopy from still being tired.

"Last night didn't make anything weird between us, right?" Patrick says, tipping his cap up.

You let out a breathy laugh, "I asked this literally 10 minutes ago. Didn't you say it was fine? I mean- is it.. fine..?" You second guess yourself.

"I mean, I think it's fine.. more than.. fine?"

You give a sly smirk and nudge him with your arm, "What do you mean by "more than fine"?" You ask.

Though some false confidence showed, you tried your best to not let your voice falter.

The same practically was happening for Patrick. He was so easy to fluster and flush, it was impossible to even attempt hiding it due to the lit up "living room."

The same "I don't know's" repeated, and you still awaited an answer.

You lay your head down on his shoulder and feel his body tense up and quickly relax again.

His arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you in closer, closer like he had done last night.

Last night.

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I finished this to the best I could, and totally put it off for ages, so I apologise, man😭😭😭

[joey-reads-fanfics]

just wrote a scene where mikey way is breaking up with pete wentz and pete makes some reference to marriage vows and mikey's like "were not married??" and petes like "WELL I WANT A DIVORCE" and that is highkey the funniest thing i have ever written

[2-shots2-thehead]

can you do the “needing to kiss the other when they share clothes for the first time” one with Pete when he sees you in one of his hoodies

- A teenage vow in a parking lot. ‘Till tonight do us part.’ -

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Summary : You wore one of his sweatshirts for the first time… Oh boy..

Pairing : Pete Wentz (FOB) x GN!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Word Count : 495 (I’m sorry it’s so short- I suck at writing kiss related things T_T)

Warnings/ Type : Obviously some kissing / general physical affection (This is the closest yall will ever get to smut… don’t be 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂)

A/N : First Valentine’s Day list req !! I’m super excited (I love this little emo guy) I’m gonna post less today bc of school but I’ll be back later ! 🫶

“Hey, Y/- Oh..”

Pete was always a pretty obvious guy. Not very good at hiding his emotions. And it was no different today.

Y’see, today was a special day. At least, to him. Today, for the first time, you decided to wear a piece of his clothing. His clothing. And you didn’t even warn him! He had absolutely no time to mentally prepare for this situation, and he was both frustrated and very much enjoying it.

“You- uh-… You look nice..”

He was never really quiet, but now his words were mumbled and hesitant unlike you’d ever heard before. ..Maybe he had a sore throat and didn’t want to talk loudly? He does shout on stage a lot..

“Oh- Thanks, hon.”

You shot him a warm smile at the compliment before returning to..whatever it was you were doing. He didn’t care to notice. His words interrupted your actions, however, slightly more clear this time.

“..Is that my hoodie?”

“…Yeah. Why?”

You saw his face heat up uncharacteristically. He stood up from where he was sat on the couch, slowly walking over to the counter to lean against it.

“..You didn’t ask first, y’know.”

“Yeah- I know. Don’t pretend you’re mad.”

He rolled his eyes at your words. You were right, of course. He was anything but mad. And he hated it.

“…You should kiss me.”

His words were sudden, but not unwelcome. They didn’t exactly surprise you, but they were out of the blue. He always asked first. Even if they were phrased more like..demands sometimes, he always made sure that you were completely comfortable and in the mood to do so.

“Oh, should I?”

You smirked softly to yourself, not looking up from the small cup of coffee in your hand. He walked over to the other side of the island to stand beside you.

“Yeah- Yeah, you should. Y’know-…as payment. You owe me since you’re wearing my hoodie.”

You shrug once before leaning forward to press a light, quick kiss to his lips. Of course, he would be disappointed. But it would be so worth it to see his reaction.

He rolled his eyes at the kiss. He placed his hands against your hips and roughly pulled you closer. Of course, not too rough. He’s a gentle guy.

“Y/n.”

The name was sharp. Filled with a billion emotions he wouldn’t dare explain.

Before you could respond, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and loving, as always, but also needy. Slightly more aggressive than usual.

He moved one hand up to the back of your head, gently carding his fingers through your hair. His other hand stayed gently rested against your hip, his thumb running slowly over your skin.

After a few heated moments he slowly pulled away, leaving just enough space between you to breathe.

His breaths were heavy, and his words were shaky, but you could understand them.

“…You should wear my clothes more often.”

[jupitergalactica]

Me when my art project, history presentation, and debate ((that’s worth a huge chunk of my final English grade)) is all due tomorrow, but I accidentally spent all my time working on an over 3000 word fanfic about Patrick Stump and Fall Out Boy:

[stumped-on-bennington]

Better Off as Lovers

Summary: your best friend has something he needs to get off his chest, but he's had a little too much to drink.

Pairing: Patrick Stump x best friend!reader

Reader's pronous used: none!

Word count: 903

You were a little sloshed at the time. Your best friend's band had just played a big show and now you were out at the after party, drinking like it was nobody's business. You made your way through the crowded room to where Patrick was.

He was a bright shade of red from drinking. He was humming and singing as he swayed in his seat, his eye opening slightly as you got closer. Patrick nearly fell out of his seat at the sight of you, catching himself on your shoulders.

“Y/N!” Patrick said, slurring his words slightly. He pulled you closer to him, smushing your face against his chest. “Ooohhh, Y/N. You are so precious. Look at you, so cuuuteee!”

You pull yourself up a little so you can look at Patrick and let out a laugh from how he was acting.

“Trick, you're getting flirty, I think you've had enough.” You say, still laughing.

“Noooo, I'm just telling you how cute you are and how much I love you. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N.” Patrick said, clumsily leaning in the chair.

“I love you too, Trick.” You tell him, plopping down in the chair next to him.

“No you don’t. Not like I love you. You're just so cute and smart and amazing. I want to just give you everything in the world and call you mine.” Patrick says, his eyes closed and a smile plastered on his face.

You suddenly sobered up a bit, heat rushing to your face as you realized that your best friend had just confessed to you.

“Trick, I think you should really stop drinking now. You're starting to not make any sense.” You say, standing up and helping Patrick out of his seat.

You began to move him towards the door so you could get him back to his apartment. You walked out the door and down the street with Patrick's arm slung over your shoulder for support. The entire walk Patrick kept humming songs and stumbling at every step. After a long and cold walk, you arrive at the front door of Patrick's apartment. You use your spare key to open the door and struggle getting Patrick up the stairs.

Once inside, you drop Patrick down on the couch and turn back to close the door. You take off your coat and shoes and go into the kitchen and retrieve a glass of water and bring it to Patrick.

“Here, Trick. You need to drink some water.” You tell him, trying to put the glass in his hands.

“You're so cute when you worry about me.” Patrick hums. He lifts the glass towards his mouth and ends up dumping most of the contents onto himself.

You let out a sigh, helping Patrick back up and bringing him towards his room.

“Alright, you're probably better off just going to sleep. Go ahead and get that wet shirt off and get in bed.” You tell Patrick.

Patrick begins taking off his shirt, but gets the collar stuck on his head. You let out a sigh once again and begin helping Patrick get his shirt off. Once he gets his head through the collar, Patrick looks down at you and smiles.

“Y/N?” He says.

“Yes?” You answer back.

“Hi.” Patrick says, the biggest grin on his face as he giggles like a kid.

You begin to lead him to his bed, but before you know it, Patrick has wrapped his arms around you and is now pulling you onto the bed with him.

“Stay with me tonight, please?” Patrick says, his face now nuzzled into your shirt.

“Trick..” you begin to say.

“Just for one night, let me pretend that you're mine.” Patrick says, his voice no louder than a whisper.

“You don't have to pretend, Trick.” You say as you return the favor and wrap your arms around Patrick.

Soon, both of you are lost in sleep.

Bonus!:

The next morning you wake up, still in Patrick's arms. The light of the day gently peaking through the gaps in the blinds and dancing across Patrick's shirtless body.

Your heart drops for a second before you recall the events of the previous night. Once you have the situation settled in your mind, you fall back into ease. Soon Patrick starts to wake up as well, peaking one eye open to look down at you.

“Oh God, what did I do last night?” Patrick says, his voice hushed and husky with sleep.

“Well, you got really drunk, I brought you home, you spilled water all over yourself, and then said you wanted me to be yours.” You tell him, matching the hushed tone that he had.

Patrick began to blush and tried to bury his face into his pillow.

“And I've decided that I'd like that.” You say, somehow even quieter than your last sentence.

Patrick's head slowly rises back up to face you, “y-you.. what?” He says.

A warm smile spreads across your face as you see the shocked look he has.

“I said I would like to be yours. I think we'd be better off as lovers anyway.” You say as you bring your head closer to Patrick's chest, nuzzling into him. Patrick's shock slowly fades as he slowly pulls you closer to him, an equally warm smile growing on his face and he holds you closer.

[thefreakandthehair]

piece of cake

written for ‘cake’ wc: 311 | rated: g | cw: none @steddiemicrofic

June 25th, 1989

“Why’s no one moving? Is this part of the metal show experience?” Steve groans, one hand resting on the bottom of the wheel and the other raking roughly through his hair.

“Nope, this is the by-product of people not knowing how to fucking drive.” Eddie sighs and shakes his head, the bun he’s tied his frizzy hair into sliding to one side.

Their ears ring and their necks begin to ache as the post-concert euphoria fades after waiting in a non-moving line of traffic for forty-five minutes. It’s unsurprising given all that their bodies have been through, but Eddie will be damned if he lets the Upside Down take headbanging from him.

Steve had joined in with him, of course, wanting to give Eddie the full experience after missing them the last time they were around in 1986 but fun as it was, he’s paying for it already. All he wants to do is get home from Fort Wayne, lay down in the shower, and will the headache away. Cars inch forward, slow and tedious, but it’s movement all the same. Just as they approach the end of the aisle, a lifted pick-up truck tries to squeeze out ahead of them.

“Oh you mother– I’m getting us out of here, Ed. Watch this,” Steve grits out, placing his hand on Eddie’s chest.

“What are you–”

“Hey! Hey, asshole!” Steve yells out Eddie’s passenger window. He points a finger furiously and looks the driver straight-on with the confidence of a man who’s fought monsters and won. “Not today. Wait your fucking turn.”

Without another word, Steve inches forward and breaks free of the aisle.

“Dude, are you insane? What was that?” Eddie asks, wide-eyed and unbearably turned on.

Steve turns to wink at his boyfriend whose cheeks are flushed from more than the summer heat.

“See? Piece of cake.”

[ryannotross]

ALL NIGHTMARES START AS DREAMS ALL LOVE STARTS AS A SCHEME GIVE ME ALL YOUR LSD SO I CAN FEEL MY MIND UNWEAVE AGAIN THEY SAY BEAUTY’S JUST SKIN DEEP SO ANA STANDS AND RENDS THE RANCID MEAT FROM HER BONES BONES BONES

let me see your bones :)

[bandomgirlie]

me, sitting up at 11:59 pm just so I can go and read the outrageous bandom fan fiction on live journal I found in some weird internet back alley

[ronnierox]

Idea desarrollada por Chatgpt.

¿Quién tenía el mejor delineado?

Gerard Way: Yo

Frank Iero: Yo

Pete Wentz: YO

Frank Iero: ¿Cómo se atreven a ignorar mi era de los ojos de mapache en Three Cheers?

Mikey Way: Yo tenía el delineado más depresivo

Ray Toro: Yo tenía el cabello con más volumen

Ryan Ross: Nadie se acuerda de mí y mi delineado con brillantina :(

[lakemichiganlolita]

It's here

something special, someone sacred (explicit, m/m, 16 chapters, no ao3 warnings) themes: sugaring, daddy issues, age difference, domestic discipline, healing

A little lost as he approaches graduation, and unsatisfied with the college dating pool, Patrick connects via a sugar dating app with the established, much-older Pete, who turns out to be a little more broken than he seems. Their intense chemistry sparks new levels of intimacy for both, but they’re more alike than they think: their shared impulse to shy away from being deeply known tempts them to self-destruct, even more together than alone. Can raw physicality heal them, or will they find ways to see each other beneath and beyond the skin?

written by @lakemichiganlolita and illustrated by @greatxparty

new chapters released every couple of days!

proudly part of @bandombigbang 2024 - check out the other works!

[patrickstumpsbaldspot]

so i think im going to start an im not okay x dance dance crossover fic... but first i need to get the ships straight.

[qwtbf]

what if i wrote a dnp phanfic that’s based off of a pete wentz live journal post…what if…

[joey-reads-fanfics]

girl joetrick? in my girl peterick fanfic? why yes

[2-shots2-thehead]

- Friendship Bracelets -

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Summary : One of Patrick’s favorite things was giving gifts to his friends. Well, and his crush. I mean, of course, who wouldn’t? But..Maybe that little habit could lead to more..

Pairing : Patrick Stump (FOB) x Fem!Reader (Use of Y/N)

Word count : 1,304

Warnings/ Type : Slight slow burn/ angst ? Friends to lovers (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

A/N : This is my first ever fic post !! Ik it kinda sucks but whatever T_T Hope you guys can enjoy it !!- Y/F/C = Your favorite color

“Y/n-!! Y/n!”

You could recognize that cheery voice anywhere. Not too high, not too low; soft and gentle. You knew it was Patrick. I mean, it was pretty hard to not recognize it anyway- You’d been friends since middle school. Seventh grade, to be exact.

Sure enough, you looked up to find him quickly making his way over to your locker. He wore that same excited smile as per usual. Messy, red-ish brown hair not-so-neatly tucked under a hat, sea blue eyes, and his usual band tee with jeans.

“Hey Trick, what’s up?”

You watched his warm smile widen just a bit at your voice, just as it always had.

“I-…got you something. Well, made it. But- Same thing.”

He shrugged at his own slip-up before reaching into his pocket. He took out two small bracelets and handed you one. Yours was Y/F/C with two small star beads on the sides. Your heart couldn’t help but give a flutter as you noticed the two blue hearts around his name. You quickly shoved the feeling down. No- Don’t be stupid. That’s a friendly thing. You’re being ridiculous.

Your thoughts were cut off by that same upbeat voice, this time a bit quieter than before.

“I made two so we can match..! Y’see, mine has your name, and yours has mine. I mean-…we can switch if you want, but-“

You could tell the nervous rambling was coming so you quickly cut him off, meeting his eyes with a kind smile.

“I love it. I’ll always wear it.”

“Oh. ..Good. I’m glad.”

A few seconds of comfortable silence went by before the boy spoke again. He shoved his hands back into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels just a bit.

“..Wanna walk to class with me?”

You couldn’t help but notice he seemed a bit more nervous than he usually would’ve asking such a simple question. Sure, he was always kinda an awkward guy, but never around you or the rest of the band. You decided to shrug it off, in favor of nodding in response.

“‘Course.”

The day went by just about as slow as it could. Band practice days always seemed to go by at snail’s pace. Especially when you had no classes with your friends. Well, except for the last class of the day: English, where you were currently sat beside one of your best friends, Pete.

Pete knew just about everything about you. You grew up in a house right beside his- He’s the reason you met Patrick and the rest of the guys. He knew your favorite song, favorite holiday, and..he knew about your crush on Patrick.

You heard a familiar mischievous huff of a laugh from beside you. You look up from your paper just as Pete speaks.

“You made a bracelet with your boyfriend’s name in hearts? That’s kinda dorky, don’t ‘cha think, Y/n?”

He must’ve watched your face flush a bright pink, because that infuriating smirk widened.

“One, he’s not my boyfriend and you know that. Two-….he made it for me.”

“... I seriously don’t understand why you haven’t asked him out yet. He’s- like-..obsessed with you.”

“You don’t know that, Pete. ..I think he likes a girl in our art class.”

You saw Pete’s eyebrows eyebrows crease with thought and confusion as he leaned forward a bit in his seat.

“..Why on earth would you say that?”

“I dunno. He just-..talks to her a lot. And he always stares at her. I sit right next to her, so I’ve noticed.”

“He’s probably staring at you, y’know-“

“Stop putting things in my mind, Pete.”

You cut him off a bit sharper than intended, but decide not to take it back. You shift your gaze back down to your current worksheet, earning a soft scoff from Pete.

“Whatever.”

The rest of the class went slower than the rest of the day, but eventually you made it out of the building. Usually you’d wait beside the door to walk home with Pete, but you couldn’t really handle being around him right now. Maybe this is what they mean in books when they talk about not letting your feelings bubble up. Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed them down in the first place.

You contemplated skipping practice, but pushed through showing up anyway. You knocked on Pete’s front door, but instead of being met with his expected cold gaze.. Patrick answered the door.

“Oh- Hey, Trick.”

His eyes widened a bit, and his face went a warm shade of red. He must’ve been expecting Joe or Andy, you’d assumed. He always blushed easily, but he’d never done so solely upon a hello..

“H-..Hi, Y/n.”

He went silent for a few moments before nodding to himself, stepping out of the way.

“C-Come in.”

You nod once as a silent thank you before walking inside with him. The house was surprisingly quiet for a punk band practice, but nonetheless you walk beside him to the half-furnished basement. When you get down there, the room is completely empty, aside from the small black couch against the left wall.

“Where is everyone?”

“Well, I dunno about Joe and Andy.. Pete said he’s not coming down, ‘till-…’till I talk to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, just as Pete’s had earlier. You thought over moving to sit on the couch, but decided against it.

“Talk to me about-…?”

“You. U-Us.”

“…Us?”

Your cheeks flushed once again, your head quirking to the side just a bit with curiosity and confusion.

“..Well-.. I-… Y’see-.. God- No, no, I suck at talking-“

He took a sharp breath, quickly turning to face you.

“I like you, okay? Like- a lot. Like- ‘you’re-kinda-all-I-think-about’ type like. ..I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner. I-I was scared you’d think I was weird, or not want to be around me anymore, and I didn’t wanna ruin our fr-“

You weren’t sure where the confidence came from, but you didn’t care to think it over. You cut of his nervous rambling for the second time today, this time with a kiss.

You’d imagined this moment many times, but never quite like this, and never quite this sweet. Sure, your late night, not-so-asleep, dreams always involved sweet words, and flowers, and hugs, but this…this was somehow better.

If he hadn’t already told you about it, you would’ve connected the dots that he’d never kissed anyone before based off how it felt in the beginning. You weren’t complaining, of course, it was just..inexperienced. But it’s not like you had anything to compare it to either.

He slowly settled into it after a few seconds of frozen shock, hesitating for a moment before gently placing his hands against your waist. The kiss was gentle but passionate. You’d learned it didn’t need to be aggressive and needy like in movies for it to show more love than you’d ever experienced

“God, about time.”

Despite your wishes, you pulled away sharply from Patrick, shooting your gaze over to Pete who stood beside the bottom of the stairs, a warm smirk plastered on his lips. Patrick froze with panic as well, but his hands remained in their place comfortably rested against your waist.

“Guess my plan worked. Congrats, lovebirds. I was gettin’ sick of watching you two pine over each other- It was so cringey.”

“..I hate you.”

You managed a mumbled response, but the words held no real anger or frustration. Just…happiness. Excitement.

You turned to hide your face, but your eyes landed on Patrick’s wrist. One singular bracelet. ‘💙 Y/n 💙’. You smiled softly to yourself, leaning your head down against Patrick’s shoulder. It felt freeing to know the feelings were done being shoved down. To know that the boy who caused all those feelings was currently in your arms, and you weren’t planning on letting go any time soon.

[jupitergalactica]

How my 189391691990710 Wattpad fanfics be watching me from the drafts after I completely abandon them and come back once every few months before leaving again: